the night/morning before last i had a very long awful heat-induced dream where i was in the middle of a religious war and in internment camps and hiding on trains and in refugee camps and in brainwashing chapels and the first person i couldn’t save was my sister and then i couldn’t help george or morrie and the whole thing was awful and instead of forgetting details the longer i was awake the more shit i remembered and it was the worst. and today was no good either. i’m in bummer town.
He is beautiful :) And you have such a wonderful heart. My kitten was like that too when I met her. Wouldn’t let me put her down. It’s making me emotional to think about it oh god lol.
awwww, you always say the best things to make my heart swell and wish i could reach out and hug you, SOME DAY. and, aww to your kitten, i completely understand the overemotional reactions, thinking about all of my pets just gets me all gushy and teary
He’s a beauty. I love him!! I just adopted THREE. I went in for one or two, left with an adult and a bb and went back the next day for the baby’s sister. Couldn’t split em up. I’m happy to read your story. My older guy warmed up fast, he’s so sweet<3
isn’t he! and just a little silly with that belly, we suspect he was a bit overfed in his first home and then he ended up living in a garage with very little love and much less food before being surrendered to the shelter, so he has a bit of the stomach staple effect of flabby skin. ALSO I AM SO JEALOUS! i would’ve taken them all home if it were up to me, we used to always have 3 or 4 cats and having just one felt too quiet! it’s so nice that you could take home all 3!
Awww omg I am seriously so ridiculously happy for you xoxo
thank youu! i am too, haha, guh, i miss him so much! haven’t seen him since tuesday morning but i’m going back tomorrow! i can’t wait to snuggle up with him and i hope he remembers me and doesn’t think i abandoned him! gah, i couldn’t bear that, i made my sister sleep in my room with him while i’ve been gone so he wouldn’t get lonely…. ha
“I suspect it’s difficult for men to imagine a world in which their bodies have long been inextricably linked to their value as an individual, and that no matter how encouraging your parents were or how many positive female role models you had or how self-confident you feel, there is an ever-present pressure that creeps in from all sides, whispering in your ear that you are your body and your body defines you. A world where, from the time of pubescence on, you can feel the constant and palpable weight of the male gaze, and not just from your male peers but from teachers and sports coaches and the fathers of the children you baby-sit, people you’re supposed to respect and trust and look up to, and that first realization that you are being looked at in that way is the beginning of a self-consciousness that you will be unable to shake for the rest of your life.
Even if they are never verbalized, the rules of bodily conduct for females become clear early on: when school administrators reprimand you for the inch of midriff that shows when you lift your hands straight in the air or youth group leaders tell you that the sight of your unintentional cleavage is what causes godly young men to fall, you learn that your body is dangerous and shameful and that it’s your responsibility to cloister it in a way that is acceptable to everyone else. You learn that your body is a topic of public debate that everyone is entitled to weigh in on, from a male classmate telling you that those jeans make your ass look huge to the male-dominated United States Congress dictating the parameters that rape must fall within to be considered legitimate. To be a woman, and to live life in a woman’s body, is to be held to a set of comically paradoxical standards that make you constantly second-guess yourself and jump through a million hoops in pursuit of an impossible perfection.”—Stop Catcalling Me | Thought Catalog (via laralaralara)
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that led them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.